It made for instructive 
                listening digging out my RCA Heifetz 
                Great Concertos LP box set - blood red 
                and starkly powerful of livery. All 
                three of these concertos, and much else 
                besides, were in that set. The most 
                obvious improvement in terms of immediacy 
                of sound between that much-loved set 
                and this SACD incarnation comes in the 
                Sibelius. What was amorphous has now 
                become clear. The semi-audible introductory 
                orchestral rustle of the erstwhile LP 
                is now a vivid and organic sound, tremulous 
                and expectant. The solo line also emerges 
                with greater italicisation and curvature, 
                without damage to the tone. Whilst details 
                such as this are not as dramatic elsewhere 
                there’s no mistaking the greater clarity 
                and immediacy of the SACD. The performance 
                needs no endorsement from me, though 
                I don’t rank it higher than the earlier 
                Beecham 78 set that Heifetz recorded 
                in London, though it’s certainly swift. 
                Nor, for that matter, is it as tensile 
                as the Neveu, as aristocratic as the 
                Francescatti or as powerfully humane 
                as the Ignatius. 
              
 
              
The Prokofiev is the 
                hostage of some weird balances. I can’t 
                think why the wind lines were as over 
                recorded as they are here but they are 
                obtrusive. Szigeti tended to hegemony 
                of the First Concerto whilst Heifetz 
                staked his claim to the Second (and 
                I’m not aware that either played the 
                other’s concerto). The inimitable "Heifetz 
                slides" are here in profusion and 
                a glamorous intensity of sound, though 
                one that tends toward the linear; the 
                slow movement is relatively fleet and 
                though it relaxes with great subtlety 
                I can never quite reconcile myself to 
                Heifetz’s tempi. For me Oistrakh and 
                Galliera are the pack leaders. The orchestral 
                playing and sound are of course much 
                preferable here than was the case in 
                the earlier Heifetz recording with Koussevitzky. 
                 
              
 
              
Two of the greatest 
                recordings of the Glazunov were made 
                with the same orchestra – the RCA Victor. 
                Milstein’s 1949 outing with Steinberg 
                in 1949 is justly famed but I equally 
                admire this Heifetz with Hendl fourteen 
                years later, though the fires had begun 
                to dip slightly and the tone was not 
                quite as rapier brilliant as in his 
                youth. This was reinforced by the LP 
                transfer which seems to have been fractionally 
                flat. The sound from the LP transfers 
                I’ve heard has a heavier, less mobile 
                sound and with a slower vibrato. It’s 
                also RCA up front in sound. Here there’s 
                a big difference. Re-pitching has made 
                Heifetz’s tone lighter, more flexible 
                and subtler; it also doesn’t dominate 
                the aural perspective as it did, much 
                to the advantage of the performance. 
              
 
              
The original liner 
                notes have been reproduced and the Living 
                Stereo livery, which sports LP spines 
                in the background, adds a welcome slice 
                of living nostalgia to the enterprise. 
                A stellar trio of recordings then; none 
                at the very top, despite Heifetz’s sovereign 
                playing, but all of an awe-inspiring 
                level. 
              
 
              
Jonathan Woolf